The Tale of Felaenya: Part 15 – Breaking and Broken Elf Queens

Nylalaea fervently licked the orc’s balls while Enyssia sucked and licked the head of his cock. The sisters were working to earn their slave gruel for the evening. The orc was on the other side of the cell, his cock stuck though the bars, and he was holding a large bowl of slave gruel to give them once they had satisfied him that they done their duty to earn their meal.

It was the next day after they had been presented to Grimnor. They had spent that prior day and well into the night being ravaged over and over, nonstop, by orcs. They had eventually passed out during the ordeal. When they were shaken awake by a screaming orc the next morning, they found themselves in a cell. The two slaves were exhausted and so sore from their brutal treatment the day before. There were bruises all over their bodies. Their vaginas and anuses were horribly chafed, red, and swollen. Their throats were raw. They reeked of sweat and stale sex. They were desperately in need of a longer recovery.

But they were not given any more time to rest or recover. The orc that screamed at them to awaken them was a slaver and the two sisters spent the rest of the day being broken and trained. It had been another brutal day. They had been whipped and ravaged repeatedly as they were put through their harsh training. Both slaves were on the verge of collapse. But they were famished, having not yet been fed at all that day and so they were fervently licking and sucking the cock and balls of the orc that held their bowl of slave gruel.

The orc groaned and his cock began spurting cum all over Enyssia’s face as he climaxed. Nylalaea continued lapping at the orc’s ball with her tongue until the orc ordered her to clean her sister’s face. Pulling her mouth away from the orc’s balls, Nylalaea wiped the drool from her chin and whimpered, “Yes, Master.” She turned her head and began to lick the cum off of her sister’s face. It hardly phased either of them. Nylalaea was quite used to the taste of orc cum at this point. Enyssia was glad to have the cum off her face. And both sisters were used to putting their tongues in places on each other that were much more humiliating than their faces.

When Enyssia’s face was clean, the orc opened the door of the dungeon cell. He stepped inside and set the bowl of slave gruel down on the floor. The sisters crawled over and pushed their faced into the bowl and began hungrily slurping up their gruel.

“Eat up,” the orc barked sternly. “When you are done, it will be time to see your slave sister, the former queen.” Both Nylalaea and Enyssia fought back tears as they ate, realizing that their brutal day was not yet over. They would not yet get the rest and recovery they so desperately needed.

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Felaenya was in a room of the castle, tied in a standing position, her wrists bound to hold her arms high above her head. She had been like that all day. All day she had been fucked and whipped. Orc after orc had used and abused her. Rivulets of cums was oozing down her legs and onto the floor. She assumed she would be required to lick it up later. She feared she might even be punished. The orcs had a rule that a slave could not let an orc Master’s cum tough the ground. Not that Felaenya was in any position, literally, to lick up the cum or use her hands to scoop it up with her hands as it oozed from her swollen orifices down her thighs. She was tied up. Gravity dictated where the cum would go. But she knew that this obvious fact might not save her from being punished. It was clear the orcs didn’t care about actual culpability or responsibility when they doled out harsh punishments.

She was learning that well now. Each time Felaenya was fucked by an orc that day, she went through the same routine. Felaenya was required to beg the orc to fuck one of her holes. If she was pleasing and slutty enough with her pleading, the orc granted her wish and fucked her. If she was not, she was harshly whipped by the orc and then he fucked her after. Felaenya’s begging was almost never satisfactory. Nearly every orc whipped her before he fucked her. Felaenya was sure that the object of this exercise was to beak her will and that it did not matter how good her pleading actually was; she was going to be whipped almost every time regardless. But realizing that fact was little consolation and did nothing to save her from the whippings. She was completely helpless and vulnerable, entirely at the mercy of orc masters who rarely showed her mercy. She wondered if that was the object of this training. To teach her how vulnerable and helpless she was as a slave, as if she didn’t already fully understand that from the abuse and degradation that had been heaped onto her.

At first, as the day began, Felaenya hardly reacted to her treatment. She didn’t have it in her to beg to be fucked. She did not react while she was fucked, even with the incredible soreness she felt from having her orifices violently ravaged so much the day prior. She simply stood there limply in her bindings, in a state of shock. Her husband was dead, murdered by the orcs. Her son was mutilated by the orcs. The devastation she felt by these facts was worse than anything the orcs could do to her personally. In her shocked state, overcome by grief, she was in no condition to beg to be fucked. But the orcs quickly made Felaenya care about her own wellbeing, as they slashed her with their whips. It was not long before Felaenya was begging like a wanton slut, desperate to avoid more painful lashes. Her pussy and ass were both so sore. From both the day and night prior in the throne room, and now again today as she was ravaged nonstop. But that was not as bad, or even close to as bad, as the searing pain of the whip slashing into her delicate flesh. And perhaps even worse than both the soreness of her vagina and anus and the harsh whipping was the arousal that she desperately tried to ignore or suppress as she was fucked by the orcs. Numerous times though the day she felt growing arousal as she was fucked by an orc. The soreness, pain, and devastation from the loss of her husband had quelled her arousal somewhat. She had not orgasmed once. But she could not ignore the tingle and warmth that frequently formed in her loins as an orc roughly took her. It shamed her that she was getting arousal from the vile creatures that had murdered her husband and mutilated her son only the day before.

An orc had just finished fucking Felaenya. He had whipped her right before that. Her back and ass felt like they were on fire. Felaenya heard footsteps and sensed another orc behind her. She bent forward as much as she could in her bound position, to thrust her ass out towards the orc. She spread her legs. “Please fuck my juicy cunt, Master!” she cried, shaking her ass. “Or my tight ass, Master. I beg you!” She prayed this might appease him and that he would just fuck her and not whip her first.

She heard the orc chuckle behind her. The orc circled around her and stood in front of her. It was Agdug, the orc in charge of breaking and training her. Their eyes met, and Agdug chuckled again. He reached out to grab her chin. “I can see that hate in your eyes, slut.”

“You orcs killed my husband. Your mutilated my son and call it mercy!” she snapped, her voice trembling as she fought back tears.

“We show nothing but mercy,” Agdug said. “Look at you. A weak, pitiful creature, allowed to live. Fed and protected by powerful orcs, and all that you must give in return is your complete submission. Submission that is your natural state as a female elf.” Agdug released Felaenya’s chin. He reached out to roughly grope and squeeze her breasts. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and it was not long before they stiffened. “You see, your body already understands and craves your bondage. Your mind will soon follow.”

Agdug moved behind Felaenya again. There was loud crack of leather against flesh and an explosion of searing pain across her ass. Felaenya screamed in agony.

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Kordoth was pleased as Thaconia bounced up and down on his cock, moaning loudly. She had been moaning and gasping the moment she started riding his cock. Her cunt was hot and slick, and was twitching and clenching around his cock, milking it.

Kordoth could tell that his lieutenants had accomplished the task he had given them. This once proud, cocky elf queen had been fully broken. There was no longer any resistance in her. She had fully accepted her bondage and craved to be in that bondage. As much as he wanted to keep her a while longer, and enjoy the use of her holes, Kordoth knew he would have to send her home. She was his slave now, fully under his thumb, and would serve a better purpose ruling Elevosia’s most powerful elf kingdom as his puppet than she ever could servicing his cock. And once he had used her to destroy  Grimnor and take over as war chieftain, she could spend the rest of her life servicing his cock.

Kordoth had received word from goblin spies aligned with him that whispers had started to grow in Thaconia’s kingdom of Alyoshara because of her absence. Thaconia’s brother Prince Hastios had done what he could to cover up the fact that she was missing. He was ruling in her stead. Thaconia had revealed that Hastios knew that Thaconia had gone to secretly meet with Kordoth. But of course, Hastios could not reveal that, which limited his options to even begin to try to find her. Kordoth assumed a few others must know that she was missing. Likely her husband, her sons or daughters, perhaps her closest advisors. But as days had turned into weeks, goblins reported that the whispers grew as no one saw Thaconia. Kordoth knew that he had to return her before those whispers grew. He would return Thaconia and let her rule as his puppet. But first he would allow this moaning whore to milk his cock to climax.

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The sound of flesh slapping flesh and the wet noises of a cock plunging into a cum filled cunt filled the room. An orc grunted as he roughly thrust into Felaenya from behind. She remained bound in her standing position, still being whipped and fucked nonstop by a never-ending line of orcs. As the orc cock drove in and out of her pussy, Felaenya was trying to decide whether to focus on the intense burning sting of her freshly whipped back and ass in order to try and ignore her growing arousal, or whether to focus on the arousal to ignore the fiery pain across her back and ass. She also had the option of focusing on her parched throat. She had not been given any water since the morning. And in her standing position, orcs could not even feed her any cum.

The orc groaned as he climaxed and another load of cum was spurted into her battered vagina. With a lewd wet suction sound, the orc pulled his cock from her gaping pussy. Almost immediately another orc’s hand reached out to roughly grab her ass. “Please fuck this slut’s tight ass, Master! Please I beg you to ream my ass,” Felaenya whimper. She started shaking her ass, desperate to entice the orc so that he did not whip her. As painful, uncomfortable, and humiliating as being ass fucked was, Felaenya had started begging orcs to fuck her ass, and stopped begging for her cunt to be fucked. Of course, having an orc cock in her pussy rather than her ass was much preferable. But she hoped that begging to be ass fucked better conveyed what an obedient, submissive slut she was, and that might convince at least a couple orcs not to whip her before they fucked her. So far, that strategy had not worked. Every orc had still whipped her.

“Not good enough, insolent slut,” the orc growled. Felaenya started to sob, It was almost never good enough. She would be whipped, and then fucked after.

Still, she continued. “Please Master, please chuck this slut’s tight ass! I beg you!” But as she was shaking her ass and continuing to beg to be fucked, there was a loud crack of leather and Felaenya screamed as a line of searing pain burned across her left ass cheek. Another crack and another explosion of pain across her lower back. Felaenya threw her head back and wailed in agony. The pain was unbearable. But she was helpless to prevent it. It only drove home for her more that she was completely at the mercy of her orc masters. The orc laid a series of lashes across her back and ass until Felaenya was sobbing and hanging limp from her wrists. A moment later, she felt hands on her hips and an orc cock pushing in between her ass cheeks. She stiffened up and let out a pained whimper as the orc’s cock began to force its way into her sore asshole. The orc buried his cock fully in her ass. Fortunately, all of the cum deposited into her rectum offered lubrication as he began thrusting. Still, as swollen and battered as her poor ass was, it was quite painful. As was the orc’s hips slamming into her thrashed ass cheeks. She closed her eyes and just prayed it ended quickly. That small prayer was granted as the orc groaned and another load of orc cum was dumped into her bowels.

Felaenya tried to ready herself for the next orc. She knew she had to stop crying and sound pleasing and full of lust as she begged the next orc to fuck her so he might avoid another whipping. She knew there was very slim chance the next orc would not whip her, but she had to try.

As she tried to mentally prepare herself, the door across from her on the other side of the room opened. Agdug entered the room again. Trailing behind him were Taladiir, Nylalaea, and Enyssia. Nylalaea’s and Enyssia’s where bound behind their backs. Taladiir’s handless stamps were not bound but he held them placed behind his back. Agdug ordered all three slaves to kneel in front of Felaenya.

“Say goodbye to your slave sister,” Agdug said to the three kneeling slaves.

“Goodbye, slave sister,” Taladiir, Nylalaea, and Enyssia all said in unison.

Agdug turned to look at Felaenya. “Your fellow slaves are being shipped off. Your son is heading to an orc breeding camp in the orc world. He will serve well inseminating our captured elf broodmares.” Felaenya and Taladiir made eye contact. She could see the fear and despair in his eyes and she was sure she had the same hopeless look in her own eyes. “These two elf cunts have been gifted to the Iron Claw Clan that captured you, as a reward for their good service to the orc horde. The young princess is going to its Chieftain Rimek, whom I know you met. And I understand that he sent Grimnor a message asking that her sister be given to his goblin lieutenant Hadguk. But both are being sent to the orc world while the Iron Claw Clan continues conquering your kingdom. I understand they are both pregnant, and the goblins that aid the Iron Claw Clan will hold them \so that they can be of service to the orc horde by birthing us new slaves, until the Iron Claw Clan is done its campaign in your world.

Felaenya looked at her son, his wife, and his wife’s sister. It dawned on her that she would never see her son again, nor the two elf maidens. They were being sent to the orc world. She would be here for the indefinite future as property of Grimnor.

“Nylalaea and Enyssia, before you depart, clean your slave sister’s holes of their cum so that it is fresh and clean for the next orcs that fuck her,” Agdug ordered.

“Yes, Master,” the sisters replied in unison and they crawled over to Felaenya. Felaenya made sorrowful eye contact with them as Nylalaea crawled over to Felaenya’s front and Enyssia circled around to Felaenya’s rear. The two sisters got up on their knees and pushed their mouths against Felaenya’s front and rear orifices. She closed her eyes as the two sisters began slurping and sucking the orc cum from her battered holes.

Felaenya wanted to look at her son. She knew it was the last time she would get to see him. But it was hard to make eye contact with her son while her son’s wife had her tongue in her sex and his sister-in-law had her tongue in her ass. So Felaenya closed her eyes. She was ashamed that the feel of Nylalaea lapping at her sex felt so good. Her arousal quickly built but Nylalaea pulled her mouth away before Felaenya orgasmed. Felaenya was further ashamed that she felt disappointment that she did not get to cum.

“Alright slaves, crawl back here,” Agdug ordered them. “You will be coffled and will start your journey to the portal to our world this evening.” The sisters crawled back over to Taladiir and then the three followed Agdug as he exited the room. “You would be wise to start begging to be fucked,” Agdug called back to Felaenya as he exited the room.

“You heard the slaver,” an orc behind Felaenya growled. Felaenya started begging and pleading to be fucked, desperate to avoid being whipped yet again.

As Agdug moved down the hallway with the three slaves, he heard the crack of leather against flesh and Felaenya’s pained scream. He smiled. Her breaking would continue.

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Thaconia moaned loudly as she was fucked from behind. Kordoth and Kraregg had just finished fucking her. Now Mekmal was fucking her. He thrust away at a rapid pace until he groaned and orgasmed.

Thaconia remained in position, on her hands and knees, her ass raised, her thighs parted wide.

She was eager to be fucked again and hoped the other orcs there would also fuck her. Kordoth had brought a half dozen other orcs with him. But they did not move forward to fuck her. Disappointed, Thaconia turned and crawled over to lick Mekmal’s cock clean and then did the same for Kordoth and Kraregg. When all three were cleaned of the cum and her juices that coated their cocks, she knelt in front of the three orcs, parting her knees wide like a good slut. “How may this slave serve you now, Masters?” she asked.

“A good question, indeed.” Kordoth said. He leaned down to attach a leash to her collar. “Kraregg and Mekmal must say goodbye to your tight slave cunt for now. But my guards here and I will be taking you back to your kingdom. You will remain my slave but you will serve me by ruling as my puppet from your throne. It is time to go home.”

A shocked Thaconia started crawling as Kordoth began to lead her away. She had no idea until this very moment that she was being sent home.  The six orcs who were Kordoth’s guards trailed behind.

.………….

Almost a week had passed since Thaconia had departed with Kordoth and his six guards to take Thaconia home. They were sneaking through southern Senadorei, on the way to the border of Alyoshara. Goblin scouts travelled ahead of them, ensuring they did not run into any elves. The journey had to be kept in secrecy of course. Setting aside the threat that any elves would pose, Kordoth’s plan for Thaconia hinged on no elves outside of her brother discovering what the orcs had done to her.

Thaconia was exhausted but she kept crawling as fast as she could. If she slowed the orcs down, she knew she would be whipped. After they whipped her, they might allow her to walk rather than crawl. It would be easier to keep up if she was walking rather than crawling, but she didn’t want to suffer the whipping that would precede the privilege of walking.

Thaconia was covered in cum. Every time the orcs took a break, they each took turns fucking her. And there were 7 orcs in total between Kordoth and guards.

She was eager for another break. Both for the rest and to be fucked again.

Thaconia wondered how much longer they had to travel. She understood from what Kordoth had said to his guards that they were meeting Thaconia’s brother at the border with Alyoshara, so that she could be delivered to her brother. So that she could return to the throne as Kordoth’s puppet. Thaconia was not even sure how she felt about this. For long since her capture, she had begged and pleaded with Kordoth to be is puppet if only he would let her go from the orcs’ brutal captivity. But instead, she had been harshly broken and she had given up any chance of being freed. She had accepted she would be a slave forever. She had found bliss in being fucked by her orc masters. And soon after, when she had started to fully accept her fate and find bliss in submission, it was now suddenly coming to an end. Or at least the part where she would get fucked by powerful orc Masters. Instead, she was being sent back to Alyoshara. As a puppet. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted that anymore. Or if she could even pull it off. She had been an expert in the game of politics. In the backstabbing and secret dealmaking that it involved. But now she was a submissive little slut whose only thought was servicing her orc Masters. How could she expected to rule again? She had no idea.

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Felaenya was in an underground chamber in the castle. With no natural light, she had no idea how she had been down here. She knew it must have been days at least, perhaps longer. Her breaking was continuing down here. She wondered if the lack of sunlight helped in that process, messing with her mind, preventing her from having any accurate sense of the passage of time. She knew she was on little sleep. The orcs barely gave her any time to rest and recover. Her mind was mush, her body was broken.

At that moment, she was draped on her back across a pair of barrels. Her ankles had been forced through iron rings that had been fastened into the tops of the barrels, forcing her thighs to be splayed wide. Her wrists were similarly secured above her, forced through iron rings that had been fastened into a row of barrels against her back. She was helpless and spreadeagle. There was an orc settled in between her splayed thighs, roughly fucking her pussy, his hand wrapped around her throat as he pounded away. A line of orcs was behind him. The line never ended. Orcs were constantly joining the line, many of them orcs that had already fucked her earlier and were now rejoining the line. She had been fucked like this nonstop for hours, though how many hours she could not tell in the windowless dungeon.

As sore as her pussy and ass had been before, they felt like the were on fire now. She had been ravaged and defiled and whipped and abused nonstop since they had started the process of breaking her. The former queen was stripped of any pride and dignity at this point. But the shame was still there. Especially at that moment. Her mouth opened and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. She had climaxed again.

She was humiliated and ashamed that her body was betraying her like this. Finding pleasure even through the pain and misery she was experiencing. But even that shame was slipping away. Or more accurately she was letting it go. She knew she could not fight the inevitable. She had to be a good, submissive slave. A wanton slut. That was her fate. That was the mercy she had received in return for being allowed to live.

The orc continued thrusting into her, groaning as he used her cunt for his pleasure. Felaenya did her best to clench with her pelvic muscles to give him pleasure, like a good slave. She might be receiving pleasure but she knew that the purpose of her holes was to give orc masters pleasure, not her.

As the orc fucked her, she looked past him at the next orc in line. He was massive. As was his cock. Felaenya could not help herself. She was hoping that massive cock shoved into her cunt. She tried to tell herself it was because that was much preferable to it being forced into her ass. But she knew that was not the only reason. She was also looking forward to that thing reaming her cunt. It would hurt. But it would also feel so good!

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Another week had passed. Kordoth had reached the border with Alyoshara. They had made arrangements that only one elf and one orc would meet at the determined spot. Kordoth and Prince Hastios. Kordoth would return Thaconia to Hastios. And Kordoth would have his puppet back on the throne of the most powerful orc Kingdom. He would be that much closer to toppling Grimnor.

Before they set off for the meeting point, Kordoth had Thaconia freshly whipped. He had her wrists bound. She needed to look the part of an abused, miserable, unwilling captive. Not an obedient, submissive slave. He had her collar removed. Of course, Hastios would see the brand that now marked her flesh. But that by itself would not reveal to him the depths to which his sister had sunk into submission and slavery.

Kordoth and Thaconia had split off from his guards to make the final part of the journey and meet Hastios. Kordoth did have goblin scouts go ahead of them. They had returned to report to him that Hastios was travelling alone. It seemed he had kept his word. He did not have the deceit or conniving that Kordoth had. Or that Hastios’ sister once had before Kordoth broken her and made her his.

When they reached the meeting spot, Hastios was already there. He was in armor with a sword drawn. He lowered his helmet as Kordoth approached, dragging Thaconia by her hair.

“Release my sister, orc!” Hastios shouted angrily, raising his sword.

Kordoth put Thaconia on her knees at his feet.

Kordoth drew his own sword. “Lower your weapon elf, or I shall kill you and take you sister back with me and she shall never know freedom again.” Hastios looked at his naked, trembling sister. He lowered his weapon. He knew he stood no chance against an orc chieftain.

“Before I send her back to you, I want to make sure we are clear on the terms. Repeat them back to me,” Kordoth growled.

“In return for the release of my sister, Alyoshara is not to come to the aid of the Kingdom of Senadorei when the orcs invade,” Prince Hastios said, bitterness and anger in his voice as he looked at his abused, trembling older sister.

“And if you do?” Kordoth asked. “If you go back on your word?”

“Then the orcs will reveal to all the elves how she has been trying to work with the orcs to save her own kingdom. And the orcs will invade Alyoshara next. And our children, mine and my sister’s, will suffer the most brutal slavery a slave can suffer,” Hastios said, his tone bitter and venomous.

“Good. Then we have an understanding and you may have your sister back. Crawl to your brother, elf cunt,” Kordoth commanded. He leaned down and used his sword to cut her wrists free. He nudged Thaconia with his foot and she began crawling towards Hastios. When she reached her brother, Hastios wrapped her in a blanket to conceal her nudity.

“Please just take me home,” she whimpered.

Hastios picked her up in his arms and turned to hurry away without saying another word to Kordoth.

Kordoth chuckled. He wondered if Hastios planned to keep his word on their deal. It mattered not. He had not traded Thaconia back to get any deal with Hastios. He had traded her back to put her back on the throne of Alyoshara. Where she would help Kordoth carry out his real plan to destroy and replace Grimnor.

.………….

Agdug pushed Felaenya’s and Velatha’s mouths together and the immediately began kissing. Both former queens were moaning, pressing their bodies together, their hands rubbing and groping each other. “Get on the floor and entertain your Master,” Agdug ordered them. They immediately got on the ground, head to toe, their faces buried between the other’s thighs and lapping away at each other’s sexes. Both slaves were soon moaning and writhing around as they pleasured each other.

Grimnor watched the show, grinning. Agdug had told him that Felaenya was not yet fully broken and nowhere close to being fully trained. But based on this display, she was well on her way. Grimnor now had two elf queen slaves, And soon the invasion of Senadorei would begin and he would collect his third.

(The End of The Tale of Felaenya; to be continued, in The Tale of Jhilsara...)

Epilogue:

King Simimar of Onnathyr sat in the throne room with his daughter, Princess Rhyarania. They were having an intense exchange.

Onnathyr was east of Argothrond and north of the Kingdom of Senadorei, and like Senadorei also bordered Argothrond to the east. It was Senadorei where the elvish armies from numerous kingdoms were amassing for a planned counteroffensive into Argothrond to defeat the orcs. Princess Rhyarania was King Simimar’s oldest child. And from a young age, she had been determined to join the army. She did and had risen to the rank of general quickly. She was very smart, very fierce when she had to be, and had a very strategic mind. She was a skilled general. But all in peacetime. All before the orcs invaded Elevosia. Now it was wartime. Simimar had sent much of his army to Senadorei to join in the elves’ counteroffensive. But he had ordered Rhyarania and her troops to remain behind. He claimed it was because they needed soldiers in the capital. But he and Rhyarania both knew it was because he was trying to keep her off the battlefield, to protect her.

“I know you are a General. But you are also my daughter and the heir to the throne!” King Simimar snapped.

“Yes, I am your daughter. But what will happen to all the daughters and sons of Onnathyr if the kingdom falls to the orcs?” Rhyarania snapped back. “What good will it be to be the heir of a fallen kingdom?  I will be a slave just like all the other elf maidens! I will wear a collar, not a crown.”

“And if you go off to fight and captured, what then? You will certainly wear a collar then!” Simimar replied, his voice rising.

“So will we all if we do not fight!” Rhyarania shouted back.

“We are fighting back!” Simimar replied. “I have sent the bulk of our army south to Senadorei. The elves’ counteroffensive into Argothrond is imminent and we will be on the front lines!”

“Not we. They. You have sent others. But you have kept me and my troops here. Onnathyr also borders Argothrond. We could lead a second front into Argothrond. I could. How can you ask, how can I ask the sons and daughters of Onnathyr to fight, when I will not. One of our army’s generals!”

King Simimar sighed. He was terrified for his daughter. She had her mother’s looks, pretty and blonde. She was young. He dreaded the thought of what would happen if she was caught by the orcs. But he knew his daughter was right. After a long pause, he stood and leaned over to hug her. “You have my blessing,” he said softly. “Take your troops north and then east to the Argothrond border.”

Rhyarania hugged him back tightly. But then she released him, stepped back, and saluted. “I will serve you well, my King.” At that moment, she was not his daughter or a princess. She was his general.

“I know you will, General,” Simimar replied. He returned the salute.

Rhyarania exited the throne room. Her lieutenant, Kalsara was waiting outside the door.

“My father authorized us to head to the Argothrond border. Let’s prepare our troops to march,” Rhyarania said, smiling.

Kalsara smiled back. She too was eager to join the planned counteroffensive. The elves had not warred in centuries. The orcs had attacked a peace-loving world that had been unprepared. But the elves had slowly but surely readied and prepared for this moment. They had known war once and were relearning. They were learning from their early mistakes, their early defeats. They had vanquished the orcs form their world many thousands of years ago. They would do so again.

Kalsara followed Rhyarania from the castle to begin preparation to ready their troops to march.